#rusty’s ocs

[the-whispers-of-death]

pardon the shitty image stitching, but i just remembered scientist!sylvester (who had the 1 cat leg) and i had the thought of "hey. what if he could shift, but when he did, it reversed?" and now i have this on my screen

Cursed image.

[shandzii]

wanted to animate themmmm

Delta belongs to @the-trashiest-pada

[juniper-clan]

Moon 27: Walking on My Grave (feat @in-memoriam-tgwk Glowstar!)

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[papierboa]

[heybiji]

[sugoi-writes]

Can I get some fluff of Alastor finding reader listening to old jazz songs from when he was alive and he makes us dance with him? :)

It's Been a While... (Alastor x GN! Reader)

Ahaha, I need more work on fluff, I hope you like it! There is SOME mentions of risque activites, but it's super brief, and nothing insanely explicit! Promise! I was honestly just writing to write, and figured this little blurb that fell out of me would be fitting enough. UNO REVERSE... We get ALASTOR to dance! Fuck yes!!!

Songs mentioned: In The Mood - Glenn Miller / Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman (both are bops I used to play when I was in jazz band houhosjknskhdj-- SURPRISE, you also get Danny Lore as a treato!)

Alastor's tense, heavy sigh sounds in the air, prompting you to crane your head up. You took in his disheveled state and instantly knew: he was exhausted. You stood from your plush armchair, abandoning it to walk toward his desk. 

"Alastor?" was all that was needed for his flattened ears to perk up. Your sweet voice was a much needed comfort during a particularly grueling evening. 

"Yes, dearest?" he replied, his smile hardly an upturned slit. You come up behind him slowly, waiting for his permission to touch. Alastor looks back to your hovering hands, and nods gingerly. He returns to facing his desk, allowing his eyes to lose focus as he zones out. When your arms wrap around his neck, his shoulders slump heavily, a pleased hum vibrating his chest. You smiled sweetly at the sound, a welcome pleasantry as you kissed his cheek. 

"You're getting frustrated again, my love..." you pipe up, continuing to pepper his cheek with chaste, innocent kisses. Your lover laughs bitterly, but leans into your musings all the same. 

"Well, I suppose you're right... leave it to my sweet, observant partner to know what's wrong... and when," he adds, a tired hand reaching up to rub slow circles into one of your arms. You grin against his cheek, your kisses slowing," I may also have a solution to your problem, if you'll hear me out~" 

Alastor hums in approval, grasping both of your hands when you continue to pamper him with sweet, physical adoration. 

"Dear, you are nothing if not full of brilliant ideas... I would love to hear them out," he muses, turning his head to plant a singular, sincere kiss to your lips. You were giddy at the affection, but capped your glee.  You tugged on his hands, eager to make your little plan work.

"Come on, come on... you'll have to get up for this one," you quip, forcing a dramatic sigh from your partner. Alastor throws his head back, laying it on your shoulder like an ill peasant woman. He would fan his face weakly, had your hands not been so warm.  

"My love, I have been stricken, and cannot get up~ Won't you let an old man rest?" he fired back. But truly, had you asked: he would happily jump into acid rain with nothing more than his dignity.

You roll your eyes at his theatrics, smirking," You? Old? I wouldn't figure... No, you old geezer, I need you to stand so we can use your legs. They're very important for what I want to do." Alastor blinked, gears turning in his mind. Only with you would his mind wander to dirtier, carnal ideas. 

"Dear, if I had wanted to do that tonight, I'm afraid your back would've already been bent out of shape--" 

"Oh for Fucks Sake, Alastor--" you cackled, tugging on him with more insistence. 

" Come oooonnnnn, please~? It's one of your favorites, I promise! Nothing dirty, no tricks!" Alastor's interest is instantly piqued, resulting in an immediate hop up. Even with his motion, his hands were still in yours. You huff, exacerbated but grateful you didn’t have to lift him yourself. 

"Ahh, if you would have led with that, I may've been more urgent to attend to you, dear," Alastor chuckles, not missing the flush that flashed across your cheeks. You pull away from Alastor long enough to turn on the radio, flicking through several frequencies and stations to find just the right channel. Alastor watches you in amusement, arms crossing in front of his chest. He was more than content to watch you struggle, shifting his weight onto one foot.

"Well, I have to keep some of the suspense, don't I?" you replied, grinning at him in a way that made Alastor's black heart beat wildly. He did quite enjoy your mischievous nature... But your attempts to work his radio almost had him pitying you... Almost. 

He scooted in behind you, resting his crossed arms over the top of your head," You could request a song, you know... I don't mind putting on something you enjoy--" 

"I'd rather it be something we’d both enjoy," you interject, huffing as you became an armrest for your demonic partner. Once you found the right channel, you swiveled under Alastor's arms to face him. Then, you reach up to hold his elbows, shaking them around playfully. 

"Alright, sir... It's been a long, long time since we've done this... I want to do this properly." 

Alastor relents, allowing you to push his arms off of your head. He tilts his own toward you, expressing confusion. In that moment, he finally hones in on the song itself. In The Mood, popularized and recorded by Glenn Miller. It was one of the few songs that came to mind when you thought of "Alastor's Time" in the 30s. Said demon blinks in surprise, grinning. He had listened to this recording a bit after coming to hell, and was particularly fond of it. Ahh, you had picked the perfect station! 

"Glenn Miller? Oh, you spoil me, love," Alastor coos, caressing your face as he kisses your forehead," Whatever did I do to deserve this?" 

You sway your hips, bouncing in place to the tempo with the old tune," I know the recording's after your time... but-- He's just-- GOOD, y'know?" You bite your lip as you pull Alastor's hands off of your face," Now come on, Al... let's dance!" What a perfect distraction to break his tension and troubled mind! Alastor just knew he would enjoy your little idea... 

His hands settle on you, both lightly caging your hips as yours held onto his wide shoulders. As the main motif began, the both of you started bopping along to the music. You watched Alastor's face morph fully into a relaxed state; smile still present, but much softer than his manic glee. You had to use every fiber in your being not to kiss him in that instant, instead squeezing his shoulders. Alastor's ears twitch as you draw soothing circles into his tense muscles, a shudder being torn from his entire frame. 

"Relax, Alastor... I want you to forget about everything, except for this...," you coo, making him sigh with acceptance. He came close to you, flushing your bodies together in a tight, intimate sway. You could only sigh as he settled his chin onto the top of your head. 

"Oh darling, if I relaxed anymore, I would be putty in your hands...," Alastor chimes, the tail end of his sentence wandering off as you press harder. Alastor huffs pleasantly, his hands holding your hips more firmly," Sweetheart, you really will be my undoing..." 

You chuckle as you settle your hands, allowing Alastor a moment of reprieve. He rolls his shoulders, one hand seeking to grasp your opposite hand. Once he drew your arm out with his, his other hand shifted to the small of your back. You saw him grinning, playful and energetic," If it's a dance you want, then it had better be a good one, hmm? So let's jive~" 

You squealed as Alastor practically whisked you off of your feet, spinning the both of you elegantly around his bedroom. The sounds of cicadas and frogs croaking in the distant, swampy marsh of his extended bedroom accompanied the sweet jazz that filled the air. Truly, it was tying everything together seamlessly. You had it all: a nice scene, nice music, and a relaxed, precious beau to spend all night with. You would have patted yourself on the back, were it not for Alastor's telltale sign of a 'big dip' move. You looped both arms around his neck, hanging on as Alastor swung you down, his monocle threatening to slip off his face. You laughed as you casually adjusted it. You stared, enthralled as you lay your hand over his racing pulse. However, the moment didn’t last long before you were brought back to your feet. But you thought now would be the best time to be a bit closer…

Getting bolder now, you pulled Alastor in for a kiss via his bowtie, eager to finish the dance off strong. Alastor, of course, had no protests, as he looped his arms around your waist. The two of you embraced like this for what felt like an hour, unable to pull apart your mingling, eager lips. But, with the song ended, leaving you both in silence, you managed to pull away. You looked up to Alastor with knowing eyes, your smile reflected in his deep, red irises.

"I loved that, Alastor, thank you... And I hope you don't mind me whisking you away from work..." 

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes, an imitation of your look from earlier. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, his lips still puffy from your kiss," My love, you must whisk me away more often... In fact, I think I'd like another dance, if you'll join me?" Of course, you agreed silently, stepping on to the very tips of your toes to seal it with a kiss. 

"I'd love nothing more." 

Alastor grins with a deep chuckle, the radio pumping out a new song. Sing, Sing, Sing, popularized by Benny Goodman. You blink in surprise as this number moves... MUCH faster. And, from the sound of it, it will get you to sweat. You laughed nervously as Alastor brought you in again, his hand directing your hips to sway with his. You couldn’t help but become a little flustered as he closed the gap between your bodies, a playful, coy smile sent your way. 

"Hold on tight, love. Some recordings of this song could last up to ten minutes~" 

"WHAT--" 

Alastor practically cackled as you trapped yourself within a saucy dance, one of many that would fill your evening with sweat, laughter, and best of all: an Alastor whose smile finally reached his eyes. 

[jue-jack]

this is Snug they are a Pigblin (pig-like gobllin)

[gertritude-art]

scotsman, dropped in the middle of a

[the-knife-consumer]

Rustings.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Oh this is good. It is so good and yummy.

I love Serial Killer!Mārīte’s bloodlust. Her need for justice to be sought.

Her hallucinating Sammy…. It’s better than her hallucinating hearing Sylvester because Sammy’s voice is encouraging her.

You’re so evil for that cliffhanger of Stone following Mārīte. I love it.

My brain is thinking about the Serial Killer AU again.

And so this is me humbly requesting for some Mārīte angst after Sammy and Sylvester are killed and her spiral into killing their murder. Please and thank you.

didnt feel like writing the actual murder

wc: 786

The teenager screamed as she jumped upright in bed, covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily, the adrenaline of a nightmare still lingering, as she shook, tears streaming down her face.

Looking at her hands and wiping her eyes quickly, she looked around.

Her room.

She was in her room.

Quickly glancing to the side, she saw the clock read a little past three in the morning. The loud groan escaped her was almost inhuman.

Were she in a more stable mindset, she'd worry about waking her father up, but not like it's possible with how he slept like a log.

But now? Her thoughts were on one thing.

The smell.

The awful, metallic fucking smell.

No, not smell, stench.

The stench of her dad's blood. Of her brother's blood.

Oh, how she felt sick to her stomach, almost throwing up then and there on her sheets, but she forced it down, focusing on the worst offender of them all.

The disgusting, rancid smell of their murderer.

She focused on how it lingered in the air on the crime scene. How it reeked of alcohol - the cheap kind at that.

Mary just knew for a fact that some lowlife drunk had the gall to kill her closest family. She just knew that the authorities brushed her off. Ignored her claims of being able to track him down, being simply brushed off as hysteric and told to go home.

She'll make the officers eat their words. That was a promise she made to herself, as she stood up from the bed, turning on a nightlight, reaching for her backpack, as she begun throwing stuff in.

She'll do it tonight, she decided. A month of the same nightmares every night had dulled her. The constant vision of her concerns and knowledge getting brushed off. She'll show them what happens when she's underestimated.

The little box under her bed finally came in helpful. It stashed a few knives, a can of pepper spray, a novelty lighter and a small revolver, loaded, among other things.

She took the gun almost lovingly, it having belonged to her father. The girl was glad she managed to snag it before the rest of his and her brother's items were purged from the home.

Oh, how sweet it would be to kill her father's murderer using his own old, well loved weapon. She was almost salivating at the opportunity that life seemed to present to her. With gentle hands unfit for the scenario, she placed the gun and ammunition into her bag, before snagging her brother's lighter from the box as well. She might as well make him proud in the process too.

For a moment, she was glad that her mother once disfigured her, because were she still in the possession of her claws, of her canines, she'd be sure she wouldn't be able to hold back, and rip the motherfucker's throat apart with her bare teeth and claw his still-beating heart out of his chest.

She smiled at the image. For the first time in her life, she found herself craving spilled blood, instead of avoiding and hiding from it.

She craved the taste, imagining it being almost as sweet as the revenge she is bound to get for her late father and brother.

Ah, her brother. She could still see him. Hear him. Samuel, ever the morbid one, was egging her on. Telling her to do it. To go. Saying how badly he wanted to see the sight of her absolutely unhinged, merciless. He begged oh-so sweetly for her to avenge him, telling tales of how happy it'd make him. How he wants to see the smoke from a distance, and the sweet melody of screaming from a dying man in a burning home. How only she can make it happen

She almost preened at the "attention".

It felt as if the teenager was in the room with her still. And Mary chalked it up to him actually being there. That the demented lines she was hearing were not her own fantasies, but the instead the dying wishes of a boy she loved. Or, better yet, still loves.

Taking one last look at the room, she zipped the bag and shut off the lights, entering the hallway.

Pulling on her shoes and coat took barely any time, and she was out the door within a minute.

Though, in her haste, it seems as if she neglected to remember how early her dad tended to wake up. She didn't see his lingering figure in the windows as she left, before he decided that this was surely to be bad news, and followed her. Almost like a hunter following his bloodhound to their prey.

[theendorisit]

apropos of nothing, I made Tape-E

Who is Tape-E?

During one of the TMA livestreams (trying to remember which one), a fan question was asked ‘Is there a mascot (for the Archives or the show itself not sure)?’ One of the team suggested ‘Tape-y?’, to which everyone else responded with ‘Oh no!!’. So I thought, oh yes! So yeah, this is your fault 😘

What is Tape-E?

As Mr Bonzo is a parody of Mr Blobby, Tape-E is a parody of Clippy (these last two names rhyme).

Who is Clippy?

Clippy was a microsoft office assistant, introduced in 1997. He was a little virtual paperclip (officially called Clippit, but that name never caught on) who sat on the bottom right corner of the page, and was programmed to give advice in popup speech bubbles when certain actions were taken. For example, if you wrote out an address and ‘Dear’, Clippy would say ‘Looks like you’re writing a letter. Would you like help?’. The name Tape-E in the livestream seemed to be referring to Clippy, as there are many similarities in the behaviour of Clippy, and the actual tapes/ tape recorders in-universe:

always on by default

appears at inconvenient times

provides help you do not want

hated by (mostly) everyone

watching you with cold dead eyes

enjoyed by nostalgia and retro seekers

Why make Tape-E?

As I am of the same generation as some of the RQ peeps, I unironically loved Clippy and Mr Blobby as a child, and it gives me great joy to imagine, in the TMP universe, Sam getting a little pop up: ‘Looks like you’re trying to code a case file! Would you like some help with that?’ In our world this would be impossible - Windows NT (as the official name) was dropped in 1996, one year before Clippy was born, BUT there is voice recording on TMP’s ancient computers, so it’s not totally impossible! 😅😁

What are cassette tapes?

Just a little recap for those who didn’t grow up with tapes: Cassette Tapes contain information embedded in magnetic tape, wrapped around one spool and attached to a second spool. When played, the spools are turned by the machine and the magnetic tape is wound onto the other spool, the information read out through speakers as the magnetic tape moves through sensors. As the magnetic tape can contain different information depending on the direction of tape movement, you can flip the cassette tape over in the machine, and play the tape again, hearing another load of information. This concept is never utilised in the show, but it does mean that cassette tapes have A-sides, and B-sides (as Vinyl records do). Here, of course, this stands for Archivist-side, and Brutalpipemurder-side. On occasion, the magnetic tapes would become damaged, or bent, and could be pushed out of the cassette, causing a horrible noise, and terror to small children who were only trying to listen to their Just William tapes. When this happened, a pencil (or in my case, my little finger) could be jammed into the spiky spool ‘teeth’, to rewind the magnetic tape back into the cassette. Maybe that’s why the eyes are red? 🩸 I am very glad that the TMA tapes are magic, and record endlessly, never need flipping, and never get chewed up by the hungry machine.

Why is the name Tape-E?

Canon answer: the name stands for Tape-Eyes. Possibly Tape-Entity? Undecided.

Actual answer: Tape-y, Tapey and Tapie spellings look weird to me. I think Tape-E looks best.

Why a tape and not a tape recorder?

if you can crochet a tape recorder, you’re a genius and I love you.

What gender is Tape-E?

I might refer to Tape-E as male sometimes because that’s how people often referred to Clippy. But Tape-E is whatever gender Tape-E feels like being.

Why now?

Why not? also now is a good time because TMP episode 15 is an excellent episode

What’s going to happen to Tape-E?

I’m going to gift it to Jonny sometime, if we get more liveshows or book signings. It’s his fault this exists after all. Plus you can write whatever you like in the speech bubbles! Hopefully I can give it calmly? But maybe Tape-E will be yeeted in his general direction in a fit of ADHD-fuelled social anxiety. Only time will tell.

Tape-E is a pattern and design created entirely by myself. The inspiration and world building from whence it came, is entirely the genius of @jonnywaistcoat Jonny Sims, Rusty Quill @rqbossman and The Magnus Archives, which is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a creative commons attribution, non-commercial share alike 4.0 international license.

Clippy was invented by Microsoft and Kevan Atteberry, who now illustrates children’s books.

Mr Blobby is an adorable abomination, created from a fevered mind.

[the-whispers-of-death]

remembering how much of a dad firefighter!dominic in his station. he'd probably adopt mārīte if she wasnt already his niece (sorta?)

he's just sorta sitting down and being tired after work and i think thats beautiful and that he looks hot <3 as is his right <3

ough... now remembering how scarred sylvester and butcher are from their respective housefires. yummy >:)

Firefighter!Dominic deserves to rest. Let him take a nap.

I do wonder about Sylvester and Butcher’s burns in this AU. Please delight me in where their burns are and how severe their burns are.

[st-hedge]

Cleaned up the sketch of these dinkdonks a little bit. The names have stuck with me so the weirdo on the left is definitely Ono and on the right is Yudai. I still don’t know about the fox thing but calling it Mikan like the orange is pretty fuckin cute

[canaryy15]

(oh my god sorry tibby ive mentioned you like 4 times today…oops)

Aqua Axolotls Artimators!

All the references are not my art! honestly half of them i cant remember where i grabbed them but most were from their respective artist themself!!

( @rusty-courage - @tibbycaps - @vexdraticc - @cherrifire )

I’ve been trying to improve in my human art again, and so i really wanted to draw you guys :D You all did great!! NOT LAST!!

[chiliger]

If there’s one thing to fear in any galaxy…

[spoiledskullz]

Sonic riders Welkin!